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Today’s stop is for Crimson Syn’s Wolf. We will have info about the book and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.Happy Reading :)

Scarlett Chase is every man’s wet dream.As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she’d be mine.That is, until I found out she was untouchable.One kiss, one forbidden touch, will have me out on the streets andstripped of who I am.Yet I want her. I need her. And I’m done following all these damnrules.

Wolf Stone is my obsession.Ever since he pulled over on that empty road, I’ve been tormented by theman.His possessive words and heated looks have me tightly wound.One touch, and he lights me on fire.But I want more.I not only want him in my bed, I want to keep him for myself.But he won’t budge, and now it’s up to me to entice his sleeping wolf.

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“Wolf.” I breathed, dragging my hands along his tussled hair.I felt the hot slickness of his tongue lick me from the base of my shoulder up along the curve of my neck. He stopped briefly before nipping my earlobe and I nearly came, right then and there.“You taste so goddamn good.” He whispered.I gripped his hair and whimpered. “Don’t stop, Wolf. Please, don’t stop.”My words seemed to snap him out of his trance and he stepped away from me. I glided down the wall and a feeling of emptiness surrounded me as he moved away.My hands reached for him, but he turned away. I could tell his breathing was labored, and he was just as, or even more affected by this, than I was. I reached out and touched his back and I suddenly found myself pressed once more against the wall. My body arched like a cat in heat, trying to bring every inch of him against me. The movement was futile as he gripped me by the shoulders and half shook me awake from my lust filled moment.“Stop it. Stop, Scarlett. I won’t be able to do this if you don’t stop.” He pressed his forehead against mine and ran his hands down my arms, gripping my hips. His mouth said one thing, but his hands wouldn’t stop touching me. “Stop. Please.”My body stilled at his request, but it remained thrumming alongside his.“Don’t stop, Wolf. Please. Please, don’t do this.”He dragged his rough jaw against my cheek and breathed in. “I can’t. I just can’t.” He squeezed his eyes shut, almost as if it hurt. He waited a few minutes, hid body vibrated against mine, and his hands continued to hold me. “I won’t have you wandering down here. You need to leave.”“What?” I whispered.He gripped my waist tightly. “I want you to leave, Scarlett. You don’t belong here!”I rubbed my hands across the muscles of his chest and his breath hitched. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here. With you.”He growled and leaned his body into mine. “Me too, gorgeous. Oh God, me too.”

My name is Crimson Syn, not really, but what fun is it to use my realname. Instead I’ll use my inner goddess’ name, it’s muchmore fun that way. I grew up in New York City where I had a wonderfuleducation, loving parents and awesome friends. What more could a girlask for?I started writing at the age ofsixteen. The first romance I read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’sBride. Since then I have been influenced by dozens of flourishingromance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. I must sayit, but Fifty Shades was not my first erotic romance, nor did itinfluence me to start writing them. If you’ve never read MaryBalogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N.Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then you’re missing out.Those were my sweet introductions to erotic romance, and boy werethey hot.

So here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too manysinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough andpossessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I haddelightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to newworlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. Iwant to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send theminto the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues,without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able toentice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I amsatisfied.